The following story is 100% true. I have been wanting to tell this story
for years and now I have the opportunity. I hope you enjoy this as it
proves what a big old goofy world we live in.
An Amazing Reunion
I first learned about about sex from my friend Bob. It was the late
1950's and we were both about 10 or 11 at the time. I was a typical kid
just beginning to grow hair in funny places. Bob was more mature than I
was for our age. He was about a foot and a half taller than I and more
developed. Well, one summer day when we were playing in the woods, we
both had to pee so we unzipped and peed in the creek. I was amazed at
the size of his penis and I commented that my dick was so small compared
to his. He asked me if I jerked off. I didn't know what that was so he
preceded to show me. We sat on the bank of the creek and pulled at our
cocks until both of us shot arcs of white gob into the water. I felt
great. Bob explained to me why it happened and what it was for. He also
said that we should keep this new info a secret between just us. From
that moment, my life changed forever.
I was just a typical kid, nothing special. Half my life seemed to
revolve around riding my black and red Schwinn around the neighborhood.
I had lots of friends and I rode from house to house. Not long after the
incident with Bob, I stopped at one of my friends, Christine. As it was
a hot day, we dipped into her above-ground pool for a dip. Christine was
beginning to develop breasts and, in a naive way, I teased her about
them. She didn't like it and we began to wrestle in the pool. Growing up
in a house full of women, I was careful not to touch her in those places
I'd been warned about. Christine, however, took hold of my penis and
told me to stop wrestling or she would break it off. I stopped. We
splashed and laughed for a while and then got out to dry off. Moving
into the house, we began to talk about sex and the changes we were going
through. Soon, we were playing "doctor". I remember Christine pulling my
swimsuit down and touching my penis gently. I also remember touching her
budding breast and gently rubbing a soft downy pubic hair that was
coming in. I will always remember this scene as she was my first. Then
we heard her mother pull up. We hurriedly dressed and ran into the
kitchen for a snack. For several months after that, Christine had an
ongoing interest in the growth of my pubic hair. A year later, her
parents enrolled her in Catholic school and our friendship waned. Over
the years, I would see her occasionally but it was never the same.
However, my friendship with Bob continued. Over the next few years, Bob
showed me many things. Many memories have dissipated over the years but
one image stands out. I was at Bob's house. His family was gone for the
day and he was supposed to be helping me with my science homework. I
recall us naked and in his bed sixty-nining, sucking each other's penis
and swallowing each other's cum. As I said, Bob had taught me much. I
enjoyed this sex with him but I was far more interested in girls. In
high school, I had become somewhat of a romeo with the ladies. Bob moved
away and our friendship dissolved. In a sense, I was glad because I
could devote my attention to chasing skirts and not worry about those
other secret "bad" things I was doing with Bob.
During the ensuing years, I had several male encounters and several
bisexual threesomes. As a hippy, this open sex life was great. It, too,
ended when I married and had children. Except for a steamy affair with
an old flame, I was monogamous and happy. While my sex life was good, it
was traditional and often boring. I continued to masturbate regularly
over the years, often reading bisexual stories.
A year ago, I was invited to speak at a convention up in Albany. My
expertise on the growing use of the internet and the great success of my
software company made me a sought after guest speaker. So here I was,
alone in Albany. The organization had booked me into a beautiful corner
suite and it had taken me no time to set up my laptop to do some work.
But I was alone and horny so I dressed and went down to the bar. As I
entered the bar, I recognized Bob immediately. He had grown older, to be
sure, but his features were the same. We were excited at seeing each
other again after nearly 30 years. Bob introduced my to his wife who
looked at me quite astonished and asked if I was the same person who
used to ride his bike over to her house. Bob had married Christine! She
was his third wife, he her second husband. They married 10 years before
and had a large family. They lived nearby and every so often would
escape their house, take a hotel room for the night and engage in their
fun. I explained my presence in the hotel and we renewed old ties. The
drinks flowed freely. After a while, Bob asked if I was interested in
smoking some pot. Since I'd brought some with me, I invited them to my
suite.
Once in the suite, we lit up. I went over to the bar and starting
pouring. We laughed and swapped stories. Our stories got juicier as we
got higher. I began to notice how sexy Christine had become. I told her
how shapely she had become since those days in her pool. She laughed and
told Bob that I was the first boy who ever felt her up and whose penis
she touched. Bob laughed and said, "Me too!" Christine's eyes opened
wide and asked for further explanation. Bob told her that he had taught
me how to jerk off and that for a few years, we'd meet for sucking
sessions. I was quite embarassed and uncomfortable about his bringing
this information up but he seemed easy about it and she seemed
intrigued. Christine told us how in Catholic school and in college she's
had a couple of lesbian encounters. As she reminisced about eating her
college roommate, my embarassment waned as my woody grew.
I excused myself to pee (mostly to settle down). When I returned Bob
said, "You know, Gary, we had lots of fun but Christine sucks my cock
better than you ever did." Feeling a bit feisty, I responded that while
I've had lots of blowjobs over the years, nobody ever sucked my cock as
well as he did. Christine opined, "Now that I'd like to see!" I suddenly
got the sense that they had planned this while I was in the john. I
decided to play hard to get. I stalled. I lit another joint, refilled my
glass of vodka and sat down between them. Christine asked me to shotgun
the joint for her so I inverted it my mouth, she parted her lips and I
blew the smoke into her mouth. As I pulled the joint from my mouth, she
kissed me and exhaled the smoke back to me. She caught me offguard but I
returned the kiss in kind and we swapped spit and tongue. I looked over
at Bob, who was now sitting with his fly open and stroking his 10-inch
dick. I remarked that his dick was always big and that some things don't
change. Christine leaned over my lap and took his dick into her mouth
all the while making loud slurping noises. Bob groaned and leaned back.
I began to rub her back and her fine ass as she ground her tits into my
crotch. My dick was hard as she rubbed against it. Then she picked her
head up, looked at Bob and said, "This is hardly fair." The next thing I
know, the two of them are undressing me. Now I was wearing only my
boxers. Each of them leaned over and took a nipple while their hands
stroked my cock. I leaned back and drifted into the bliss.
"Now, this isn't fair," as I began to unbutton Christine's blouse. She
said, "Let's do this right" and we headed for the bedroom. In a
heartbeat, we were naked and rolling around. Christine's body was trim,
shapely and well-toned. I leaned over and began to lick her clit. Her
scent was strong and it filled the room. I felt a strong hand rub my
balls and then a mouth encompass my dick. I knew it was Bob. Christine
pulled away from me to watch her husband expertly suck on me. I reached
over and began to fondle his package. It's girth filled my fist. I did
this for a few minutes until he moved his body closer to me. My face was
now inches from his cock. I took some tentative swipes at the head and
then began to suck on his cock seriously. Here we were, sixty-nining
again just like in our childhood. I wrapped my hands around his ass and
rolled on top of him. His soft spongy head filled my mouth and I
couldn't take it all in. I licked along the vein. I sucked in his
testicle. I pumped his dick while pulled a few inches down my throat. He
began to cum in strong hot bursts, it rekindled memories of his taste. I
swallowed it all and let his dick go limp between my lips. I looked over
at Christine. Her eyes were glued to her husband and her hand was deep
in her pussy. She had one finger in her ass. Then she began to lick my
balls and under my shaft. The sensations were exceptional and I began to
shoot into Bob's mouth. She began to groan and cum hard, her juices
flowing down her legs.
We spent that night fucking every which way. Bob was right about
Christine being an expert cocksucker. I would say that one of my best
orgasms ever was while my cock was lodged in her ass as Bob sucked my
balls. Our conversation was constantly funny as we told our sexual
histories to each other. At four am, we made a sandwich of Christine,
came one more time and then called it a night.
Happy to have had such an exciting night, we kissed goodbye and they
left. I never saw them again. I tried to call but they were unlisted.
And while my speech went well, when I returned home I told my wife that
it was a very successful trip. Since that time, I have jerked off to the
memories of that night many times...just as I am doing now.